Invisible

My mom and her boyfriend fight all the time. I tell them to stop but they won't listen. Once I threw myself on the floor crying, and my mom just told me to get up. She acted like I had no feelings. They don't know how much this effects me. It makes me so depressed that many times I would hurt myself, cutting or burning.

You scream, you fight. I yell, I cry. Inside, I die. No matter what, you two wont stop. I fall, you watch. I look down, you look away. You try forcing me without feelings, But I'm not like you. We share the same face, identity. But with split personalities. You are my altar ego.

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